I don't know how to love you 🤩

My grandmother's eyes glistened as I recorded her reciting ancient Tamil verses, her weathered hands gesturing with grace. For years, I'd struggled to connect with her world—the language felt foreign, her stories distant. But something shifted when I started sharing these moments online. Comments flooded in from strangers saying my grandmother's voice moved them, that her words mattered. She finally understood: I did love her. Through preserving her heritage, documenting her wisdom, I found the words I couldn't speak aloud. Now we sit together, building bridges between generations, knowing others walk beside us.